#but also I didn't draw this to look good I drew this to loosen off

[aerialworms-art]

October wrap-up

So! October is at an end! And I have not finished Spocktober/Trektober. Let's see how I did!

My goals for the month were:

To have fun :3

To get used to finishing drawings

To get used to posting them, too!

To have fun :3

To improve my sketching and lineart skills

To end up with a bunch of finished drawings (of Spock!!!) :3

To let go of a bit of my perfectionism

TO HAVE FUN :3

So how do I think I did?

Having fun:

I had a lot of fun with it this year! In previous years, I've pretty much immediately devolved into an anxious mess because there were too many options and I bit off more than I could chew. This time around, thanks to my guidelines (only inking, not spending too much time on each day, sketching and thumbnailing in advance), it was a lot easier to let loose and have fun thinking up ideas and enjoying the process. Plus, I let my friends know I was doing it this time around and got encouragement and support, which was lovely.

Getting used to finishing drawings:

I did better at this than I thought I would! There are several drawings I've finished this month that I would have given up on if not for this goal. Do I think they were all my best work? No. Did I learn from the process? Yes! And some of the ones that have gotten the most notes were ones I thought no-one would like and struggled to finish. So! I also figured out new ways of motivating myself to finish things, which is also very helpful.

Getting used to posting things:

Also went better than I thought! Although I didn't manage to maintain a cushion of queued posts like I wanted to, the response I've gotten from actually posting my art has been amazing! I've gained several new followers (hello!!) and gotten so many nice comments, and went from being afraid of posting anything to tentatively looking forward to people's reactions, which is a huge improvement for me. Getting that accountability of posting publicly also helped keep me going when I felt like giving up - seeing my friends laugh when I showed them my silly comics or getting nice comments really made me feel like sharing my art is worthwhile. So thank you to everyone who reblogged my art, commented, liked, etc. I'm glad you did!

Improving sketching and lineart:

I definitely think I improved my art skills. Getting into the habit of thumbnailing really helped take the pressure off the sketching phase, and trying so many different ideas pushed me out of my comfort zone and forced me to try drawing things I wasn't so confident on - look how many hands I drew!!!! As for the lineart, I think I've gained a bit more experience in using pens, although I did buy a whole new set of them halfway through the month which put me on a new learning curve. Lineart's never been a huge favourite of mine, and I do miss using my tablet to do lineless art, but the nature of the challenge did help me to loosen up and experiment to keep my mind engaged the whole time.

To end up with a bunch of finished drawings of Spock:

Check! I have 14 finished drawings, with another four sketched and needing inking, plus a whole load of thumbnails to work from in future. I may go back and add colour to some of the days for funsies, but there's several that I can just put on my wall as-is and be proud :)

To let go of a bit of my perfectionism:

I definitely did! Like I said, there's a few of the ones I've posted that I'm not too proud of and know I could do better on, but I've spent all month purposely smacking my hand away from perfectionism, and I know I've tried my best given my limitations. I'm still proud of myself for getting this far, and for posting when I was anxious, and for improving my skills, and now I get to stick up my art on my wall and be proud of it! I'm not magically cured by any means, but I do have a bit more evidence that perfection is not a good goal to pursue, so I'm going to keep this experience in mind for the future.

So what now?

I do have thumbnails for almost all of the rest of the prompts. I am doing NaNoWriMo this month, and I have a digital piece that I want to finish for the 5th (holy shit. three years.) So I think I'll take a little pause on these prompts, but I don't want to stop. I'll keep coming back to them, and keep posting them, until I run out of prompts or motivation, whichever comes first. I've really enjoyed seeing people's reactions to my Star Trek art, especially the comics! I also have a backlog of SPN fanart I want to post, so I'll probably queue some of that to come out soon.

TL;DR: Watch this space!

And if you've been following along/commenting on/reblogging my art this month (or anytime), thank you so much! It's folks like you that make sharing art worthwhile!

#original poast #artie talks #i am feeling so much more positive than any of my previous attempts at an inktober style challenge! #this has genuinely been so much fun and it's so nice to feel like part of a community #i'm sad I didn't get to any of the suptober prompts #cause I had some ideas for those too #but given various life stuff and also my very last minute decision to even attempt it this year i think i did excellently #and I am going to record the fact that I am proud of myself for future-me to look back on #also. uh. the askbox is open if anyone would like to send prompts. i can't make any promises but if something catches my imagination #i may doodle a little thing for you! #chatting is also encouraged! i like making new friends :)

[theroyallypurple]

I scribbled this today!!

#art #Markiplier #this doesn't really look good and I see a lotta things wrong and I can see how to fix them #but also I didn't draw this to look good I drew this to loosen off #so uH #ENJOY!! #dont b afraid 2 draw imperfect things and dont b afraid to post imperfect things

[nikki152006]

Movie Night Heartbreak - Kaminari X Reader

We're having a movie night!" Kaminari sang out to you, making you laugh at your boyfriend. You and Kaminari had been dating for three months now, and were in a happy relationship, backed up by the whole Bakusquad, even Bakugou.

"Okay, what are we watching!" you asked the other members of the Bakusquad.

"Romantic movie?" Kaminari and Sero asked together. The rest of you said, "Naaaaah.", much to their sorrow.

"Action movie!" Kirishima and Mina suggested. You and Bakugou shared a glance and smiled evilly.

"A horror movie!" you and Bakugou cried out loud. "And the one who doesn't like the idea is literally trying to challenge me!" he said, activating small sparks on his hands.

"(NAME)! You traitor!" Kaminari shouted while you all laughed at his already scared figure.

"Okay, today night, 11pm, get all the popcorn and stuff, leave convincing Mr. Aizawa to me and Bakugou." you said and walked out, along with Bakugou. Being the third topper in class, with Bakugou as second, it was never too hard for you two to convince Mr. Aizawa.

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"OKAY!" Mina shouted. "Here's the popcorn!" she said, handing out everyone a bowl each. You all sat cuddled up in Bakugou's room, you next to Kaminari on one side and Mina on the other. The movie started.

It was scary. Even Bakugou yelped a few times during jump-scares and stuff. Kaminari, on the other hand, was hold you tight, you doing the same, affectionately.

"Damn, (Name)." he whispered. "If it was a romantic movie, we could have been making out right now."

You giggled and pecked his cheek. "My little baby Pikachu." you said, "A horror movie is more of a romantic one. Don't you see what position you are in?" He looked up at you and looked at his body, finding his face in your chest, hands around your waist and legs around yours. He blushed wildly and loosened his grip due to embarrassment. You gripped him harder and he blushed even more.

There was a knock on the door and an annoyed Bakugou paused the movie and checked out who it was.

"HAH!? EARS! WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" he shouted. The rest of your drifted your eyes to the door.

"That's Jirou, isn't it." Mina asked. You agreed with a "Hmmm."

"Why is she here though?" Kaminari asked, "Did anyone of you invite her?"

"No, Denki, it's just a Bakusquad here." you said, remembering no mention of anyone else joining you.

"Dunce-face!" Bakugou called out, "She's got talk to you so shit out!"

"Huh, me?" Kaminari asked, confused. You looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Did you do something naughty?"

"No, plus I don't understand why it's her and not Iida if I did do something wrong." he said, getting up and leaving.

Bakugou came back and sat on Kaminari's spot. You looked at him and he had a weird expression on his face.

"Anything wrong?" you asked him. He nodded. Sero, Mina and Kirishima also quietened down to listen.

"I've got this feeling that Ears would try seducing him or something." Bakugou said, making you all laugh. He growled at you all and told you all to "Shut up.."

"Jirou isn't like that." you said, "Plus I think she's crushing on you." At this information, all of the Bakusquad members let out a  "Huh?" while Bakugou made a disgusted face.

"Really?" Kirishima asked, smiling widely. "Yeah." you said, "I mean, we're almost like friends and she keeps on saying things like -" you used your fingers as quotes quoting Jirou - "*Bakugou's muscular arms are way better than Kaminari's* ..then also, *Bakugou is hotter than Kaminari* and *I'm so jealous Bakugou likes you so much* and shit like that."

"You're an idiot." Bakugou said with wide eyes.

"I-I think I'll agree." Kirishima said. You turned to him in confusion.

"What?" you whined.

"(Name).." Mina said, "she's literally making you try to notice Bakugou more than Kaminari, and trying to get your mind off of him. No wonder she was acting so weird with us all week long."

"I-...but..." you muttered in shock.

"Woah, Bakubro! You figured quick." Kirishima said, at which Bakugou nodded and turned to you.

"Right now." he gruffed, "Let's focus on what she says to or does with dunce face." You all nodded and walked towards the door. Just as you began opening it, Kaminari slammed it open.

"Woah." you all said in unison.

"Are we not watching the movie anymore?" Kaminari asked. You all said, "We were about to check on you." again in unison and plopped back on the bed, as Kaminari shut the door and made his way upto the bed.

"Was anything wrong?" you asked, ruffling his hair as he sat beside you. He shook his head in denial and asked you all to play the movie. You all exchanged glances, knowing Kaminari would've done anything to avoid the movie. Bakugou played the movie and you both exchanged worried glances.

Almost half an hour had passed but Kaminari was just sitting straight, and not in your lap as usual. A sudden panic overtook you, as you remembered what your three friends had said while he was away.

You pulled Kaminari into your lap and hugged him. "Let me enjoy my romantic movie, Denki." you whispered into his ear. He looked up at you and flashed a smile before nuzzling into you.

He slept there.

The movie ended and Bakugou growled as he got the sleeping Mina and Kirishima off him. You chuckled at him.

"Need help?" you said, softly placing Kaminari on the side and walking over to help a struggling Bakugou.

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"Mmm? (Name)?" Kaminari called out. He opened his eyes slowly and rubbed them while getting up. He glanced around. (Name) was getting Kirishima off Bakugou as Bakugou was pushing Mina off. They both giggled. A sudden ache spread across Kaminari's chest as he observed both of them, giggling and drawing on Mina and Kirishima's sleeping faces. Jirou's words danced across his brain.

"It was true?" he mumbled, as his voice was mumbled by the giggles.

"N-No..." he said, as his eyes widened.

"I-I...Jirou was right...She...She was...I-I think...I think I should do as she said." he mumbled.

----

"Bakugou, gimme the marker." you mumbled, examining the scribbles on Mina's face, "I forgot to draw around her eyes."

Bakugou, who had successfully finished Kirishima, gave you the marker and you drew circles around Mina's eyes.

"Now dunce face." Bakugou said.

"Leave him out of this." you said, not looking at him.

"Oh." Bakugou said, giggling, as he got up and walked to get some water, while raising his voice slightly so that you could hear, "You love dunce face too much?"

"Ugh..." you groaned, "Look, it's not about that, but I don't want him to wake up and find out that he's- "

Bakugou cut you off, saying, "(Name)'s so in love with dunce face that she's forgetting that I exist."

You stared at him. "Don't you dare!" you snarled. Bakugou merely chuckled, took out another marker and walked towards his bed.

"Bakugou! I'll make that picture of you sleeping I have go viral if you dare to." you snapped.

"Oh, I wonder when you both have been sleeping together." Kaminari's bitter voice drew both of your attention.

"Huh?" you said, confused. "We haven't." Bakugou said to him, blandly.

"Sure." Kaminari said, as his words were drenched in sarcasm and bitterness.

"Wh-What's wrong? Denki, are you alright?" you asked, getting up and walking towards him.

"Stay back." he spat at you. You felt a sharp pang in your heart.

"Looks like Ears has got him." Bakugou said, "Listen, dunce face-"

Kaminari cut him off, saying, "NO Bakugou! You don't get to say anything when you break MY relationship!"

"Wha- Denki, listen, that's not true!" you tried to say, "Bakugou isn't coming in anywhere, in fact he warned me that Jirou would try to break us apar-"

"NO (NAME)! ENOUGH! THAT IS JUST ENOUGH!"

"Hey.." Kirishima, who had woken up by the noise said groggily, "(Name) is right, Jirou has been acting weird all this time."

"Yeah.." Mina said, "She even tried to make (Name)-" but again, Kaminari cut them off,

"AND WHY SHOULD I BELIEVE ANYTHING YOU SAY! HUH? AFTER ALL! YOU ARE BAKUGOU AND (NAME)'S LAPDOGS!"

That hurt them and they shut up, staring at Kaminari, who was tearing up. Everyone there knew he was hurt and didn't blame him for what he said but everything he did say hurt alot.

"Denki..please atleast listen." you croaked out as tears rolled out of your eyes.

"No." he said, wiping his tears. "I think Jirou is way more good to be a girlfriend than you are. I'm breaking up with you right now. Enjoy Bakugou, bitch."

He stomped out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Tears fell from your eyes as you stared at the doors with a pained expression.

"I-I'm.." Bakugou whispered out, "I'm really sorry, I should've...not...hung around you so much." His voice was pained and you knew why. Kirishima and Bakugou were like your brothers. You cried as you sunk onto the ground. There was a long awkward silence,  only filled with your sobs and the other three's sniffs.

After some time, they three, along with Sero walked upto you and sat beside you, and stayed there until you all fell asleep.

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"(Name)?" Uraraka called put to you, the next morning. You had just showered and walked down to the common room. Al most everyone was gathered there and they all wore worried looks.

"Yea?" you groaned, rubbing your already puffy eyes.

"Uh, last night." Uraraka said.

"Don't." you groaned as you eyes Jirou with a viscous look.

"I'm sorry I'm late!" Kaminari said, bringing two bowls of ice cream and plopping beside Jirou and handing her one. He eyes drifted to you for a second, then drifted off.

Kirishima and Mina came in, and Bakugou, who was sitting beside Midoriya, Sero, Momo and Todoroki, got up and the boys followed.

"Everyone!" Momo called out, "It pains me to say this but it will be unfair if I don't."

Everyone drifted their eyes to Momo. Bakugou shot you a reassuring glance.

"Yesterday night, the commotion we all witnessed, was caused due to Kaminari breaking up with (Name)! We all know that, don't we?" Everyone nodded and murmured a yes. Kaminari looked around, confused, and Jirou looked surprised and shocked.

"Well! I want to tell you all!" Momo announced, as her expressions faltered, "That Jirou, my best friend had told me during breakfast yesterday that the break up was due that night."

"Yeah, I heard too." Hagakure added. "Mee too." Tokoyami said and some other students murmured a yes.

"Also, Jirou, from the last one month has been trying to get (Name) to notice Bakugou, and think about him romantically."

"Wait." Kaminari said, "What shit?"

"Yes, Kaminari, " Momo said, sadly, "Jirou has been trying to make (Name) interested in Bakugou but (Name) thought she crushed on him instead."

"Ohh!" Uraraka cried, "And also, yesterday, Jirou said something like - That bitch (Name) will pay for having Kaminari!"

"Yeah!" Momo said, "Kaminari, Bakugou just told me what happened last night, but the truth is, Jirou has always been jealous of your and (Name)'s relationship and so, she set it all up!"

"(Name) is like a shitty sister to me." Bakugou gruffed.

You subconsciously threw a pillow at him and looked at Kaminari, who looked petrified and shocked. He turned to Jirou who was shaking in shock and was gritting her teeth.

"Is-Is that true?"Kaminari asked, facing you. You stared at him, blankly.

"You know." you said in a soft voice, "You don't need to consider it true if any freaking girl can come over and make you trust her more than any of Bakugou, me or our 'lapdogs.'  "

Kaminari's eyes widened.

"I-.." he tried to say, and everyone looked at you, hopefully.

"Yeah yeah.." you sighed out, "Just trust me more." Kaminari's eyes brightened as he jumped over to hug you and you hugged him back.

"NO!" Jirou shouted. "STAY AWAY FROM HIM!"

Shinsou used his scarves to capture her and then handed the scarves to Bakugou, saying, "Here's the leash to the bitch."

Kaminari squeezed  you in his arms, muttering apologies continuously,   and calling himself a dork for questioning your loyalty. He kissed you quickly at which the girls exclaimed an  "Aww" while Bakugou and Shinsou let out "Eww."s

Kaminari asked you to give him a moment to talk privately and you both walked over to his room.

Kaminari dropped on his knees and began begging you to forget what he did and continue like there was nothing wrong that night. You sighed as you dropped on your knees.

"My heart broke." you said, making him look down in regret, "But I know yours did too and that is why you acted like that." He looked up, with a small smile.

"It's okay." you said, hugging him and pulling in to his his lips.

"Now," you said, after you both pulled away, "It's best you apologize to our lapdogs too."

"I love you, (Name)." he whispered into your ear.

"I love you too, dork." you said, kissing his forehead as you both walked out, giggling at Jirou's annoyed screams as she tried to escape Shinsou's scarves.

#mha kaminari #jirou #bakugo #kirishima #denki #sero #kaminari denki/shinsou hitoshi #kaminari x you #kaminari imagine #denki kaminari #denki x reader #denki fluff #shinso #kaminari #denki angst #denki fanart #denki x you #mha x you #bnha #mha

[funkwhistle]

Dutch Van der Linde x reader

Dutch Van Der Linde x pregnant reader

Pairing: Dutch Van der Linde x F!reader

Warnings: A bit of NSFW themes at start, fluff, and pregnancy

A/N: Thank you to anon for requesting this, I had one half written so sorry if this isn’t what you were expecting - might do some headcanons about this in the future. Little disclaimer - I’ve never been pregnant, so anything which is incorrect, just let me know and I can sort it. Otherwise, happy reading! :)

(Photo is mine - don't reupload without tagging me)

“What've you been eating dear?” Dutch asked, his fingers gently ghosting over your breasts as you lay there. When you didn't reply, he continued, “I mean, they're just… nicer I guess?” By this point you were half asleep, but you just shrugged, moving back into him. He hummed contentedly, kissing your shoulder gently as the pair of you fell asleep.

Dutch rolled off you, breathing heavily and kissing you lightly on the head as he lay beside you. Exhausted, you moved closer to him, so he could drape his arm over you and pull you closer to him under the blanket to try and retain some sort of heat between the pair of you.

When you awoke the next day, Dutch had left the tent already, he was chatting to Arthur outside about another job. Quietly, you got dressed as fast as you could, thinking about Dutch's comments last night. Maybe it was the spring weather making you feel like this. Emerging from the tent, Dutch glanced over at you, smiling a little before returning to the conversation as you walked over to Tilly and Mary-Beth who were sewing up one of the shirts.

“Ah, Dutch has some socks which need darning,” Tilly said, pushing the needle she'd been using into the fabric and passing over the socks. The heel had worn through, a simple fix, but it would take a little time, so you sat down beside them and got to work as the warm sunlight filtered through the trees.

After you'd sewn his socks, you stitched a rip in one of Hosea's neckerchiefs before standing up to take a break. However, as you stood up, you began to feel dizzy, and a previously unfelt sickness came flooding over you as the world swam a little. Grasping onto the wagon beside you, you squeezed your eyes shut, willing the feeling to go away, before moving. the dizziness left, but the nausea was still there, gnawing at your insides like you'd forgotten something.

“You alright there?” Mary-Beth asked, glancing up at you. “Did you eat this morning?” Shaking your head, you realised she was correct; you hadn't eaten anything since last night, that would be why you felt like this. thanking Mary-Beth, you walked to Pearson's wagon, grabbing a dry bread roll and biting down on it. Instead of quelling your sickness as you'd expected, the bread only made things worse, making you feel like when you'd eaten some raw meat a few months ago. Swallowing forcefully, you shook off the feeling, although you didn't finish the bread.

The sickness didn't leave for the whole day, and as the night drew in you found yourself in the tent, sitting by the small stove he had in there and massaging your temples. Dutch came into the tent then, and upon seeing you rushed over to you, carefully placing a kiss on your forehead before rubbing circles on your knee as he looked at you.

“Are you alright?” he asked, and you merely nodded, your headache getting painful now; and him speaking wasn't helping. He sighed, coaxing you to sit up fully so he could wrap his arms around you, helping you to stand. You were too exhausted to speak, but you smiled gratefully as he turned you around, making an effort to unlace your corset with care, although the knot at the bottom got him a little confused. After your corset was off, he pulled your skirt off, and pulled you closer to him, now only in your undergarments.

Dutch placed deliberate kisses over your neck and shoulder, making you sigh into him as you stood there together, you nearly falling asleep in his arms. the last thing you could remember before you drifted off was Dutch laying you in the bed beside you and pulling the blanket over you both.

You didn't know how long you'd been asleep for, but that didn't matter now as you felt much more nauseous than yesterday. Pushing yourself away from Dutch as he slept, you wobbled to the edge of the tent before falling onto your knees as you retched on the grass outside. Someone must have heard, as you felt someone pulling your hair from out of your face.

“It'll be alright, no worries. Dutch!” The gruff voice belonged to Arthur, who was calling fruitlessly for Dutch as he hushed you, rubbing your back gently as you shook in the cold grass.

By now you'd stopped retching, pushing yourself up so you were sitting as you pulled a face at the taste in your mouth. The early morning air was cold, biting at your exposed skin now you sat on the floor, dew seeping into your clothes. Arthur offered you his water as he stuck his head into Dutch's tent to wake him. Drinking a little made you feel better, but you couldn't shake the idea you might be pregnant, you remembered from when Abigail was that she would always be sick in the mornings.

Dutch emerged from the tent with Arthur, and when he saw you sat in the grass he shuddered himself, wrapping his arms around you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Dutch mouthing a thank you to Arthur as he walked away. Feeling less ill now, you buried your head into Dutch's chest, trying to keep your tears at bay as he rocked you soothingly, muttering something calming to you.

The sunrise was visible by the time you felt you could stand up. Dutch supported you as you walked back into the tent, pulling one of your slip-on dresses over your head before letting you sit on the bed to allow him to get dressed. And yet you couldn't shake the idea of your possible pregnancy from your mind, deciding to ask the only person who knew, Abigail.

Dutch was more doting than usual throughout the day, coming over to check on you every few hours and not allowing you to work at all. However, while he was busy talking to Hosea, you caught the eye of Abigail, who you quickly motioned to come over.

“You good?” she sat down opposite you at the table you'd been playing dominoes on earlier. Sighing, you decided you needed to ask someone, so glancing around to check nobody was over hearing, you leant in and whispered;

“I think I might be pregnant?” Surprisingly, Abigail didn't even flinch, instead a grin spread over her face, making you more confused.

“You've finally worked it out? You ain't eaten properly for days and you can see a little bump?” she laughed a little at your face of shock. “Come on, most of the girls have cottoned on now,” you shook your head, disbelievingly, but now she mentioned it; you didn't eat all your dinner the other day, and you noticed you had to loosen your corset. Abigail took your hands in her own, making you look back up at her and you could tell what she was going to say next.

“You gotta tell him,”

“How? He won't want it,” your eyes began to prick with tears as you realised the reality of your situation, that you'd have to raise a child without the father, Dutch could die on any day, with a bounty like that on his head. Sure, you wanted a child at some point, but not now, maybe when you'd settled a little; got a house of your own, with a yard for the kid and… As she was aware your panic had begun to set in, Abigail continued calmly;

“Well, when I had Jack I didn't know if he was John's, so I told Dutch first. When I tell you he was excited about the idea of there being a child in camp-” she stopped at your face, you'd been wondering if Jack was, in fact, Dutch's. As though she could read your mind, Abigail shook her head, continuing. “Don't worry, he is John's, I spoke to Dutch because I didn't know if I had to leave camp,” you smiled at this, maybe she was right about him after all.

After speaking to Abigail, you didn't leave the tent for the rest of the day, with Dutch bringing you a small bit of food in the evening.

“You feeling an-” Dutch started, passing you a bowl of stew which you took from him eagerly, but not eating any yet, you wanted to tell him first.

“Dutch, I need to tell you something,” you interrupted him as he sat down beside you. All of a sudden, all your previous courage had gone, replaced with doubt and worry about his reaction; if he banished you from the gang you had nowhere to go. Cocking his head, Dutch was looking at you expectantly, the stew on one of the crates behind him, long forgotten.

“I think I'm pregnant,”

Dutch didn't move at first, and you were worried he'd take it badly, he was twisting his rings as he processed your information.

“You're sure?” you nodded, mentioning you were going to go into town tomorrow to get the doctor to confirm it. Dutch still didn't say anything, although his hand found it's way to interlocking itself with yours. Slowly, he looked up at you, and you could see the glimmer of tears in his eyes as a smile began to spread over his face, making you smile also.

“You're going to make a wonderful mother Miss Van Der Linde,” he was still beaming, but he pulled you close so he could kiss you instead of you seeing him cry. “We can have a mini Van Der Linde running around camp now,” his reaction prompted tears of relief from you, and the pair of you sat together, you on his lap now, whispering about the good news. Dutch kept drawing patterns on your small bump, and placing kisses on whichever bit of skin he could.

#dutch van der linde #dutch x reader #dutch van der linde x reader #dutch van der linde x fem!reader #pregnancy #rdr2 #red dead redemption imagine #red dead redemption 2 #red dead #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #john marston #Pearson #sadie adler #bill williamson #anon #rdr2 pregnancy #fluff #hosea mathews

[getitinbusan]

AKA: Smash Cake 

Jeongguk Smut

The little shit was grinning from ear to ear humming happily as he licked his finger. He was so wrapped up in sneaking the frosting that he didn't even notice you watching from the hallway.

"Look what you've done Guk!" Analyzing the cake you reprimanded him.

"You've ruined it! It's your nephews first birthday and you've fucking eaten his cake."

He was unfazed, "I thought you were getting in the shower? You're still covered in icing and we've got to go soon."

He laughed, trying to look cute. 

"Or maybe I can help with the mess," he moved towards your neck taking a nibble at your collar bone. 

"It's not going to work this time."

You shoved him away but it did nothing to erase the cockiness he was displaying.

"I worked really hard on that Guk, this isn't funny...or cute." 

"Babe, it's a smash cake. He's one, he doesn't give a shit what it looks like." 

You stepped back at his words, "Just a smash cake? Your family trusted me with this, I can't believe how little self control you have." 

He winked at you, "Y/N, I know that you know that I have a weakness for sweets."

He swirled his finger over top of the cake and scooped a big chunk of frosting into his mouth. Your eyebrows raised and your jaw dropped at his bold move.

"Here's what I think..." he looked so pleased with himself.

"I think that you knew I'd eat the cake. I think you told me you were going for a shower just so you could catch me." 

You couldn't help but smile as he provided his analysis of the situation.

Dipping his finger into the frosting again he pushed it past your lips smearing it on your tongue.

"I also checked the fridge when you went upstairs and I know this is a decoy cake to keep me away from the real one." 

You couldn't help but chuckle, "It's like I know you or something."

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss.

"You know what the best part about a smash cake is Jeongguk?"

He knew where this was going but he couldn't catch your hand fast enough. With a quick swipe you covered his face with buttercream.

"You're in trouble now."

The kitchen was filled with fits of giggles.

He was faster than you this time, his arms tightened around yours keeping the cake out of your reach. 

"I'm in trouble? You're the one who wanted the cake, I did you a service." 

"Is that what you're after, you set me up because you wanna service me?"

You were trying to squirm out of his strong grasp but resistance was futile. 

"You got your cake brat, what else could you possibly want?"

His grip loosened, "Cake and a blow job?" 

You turned to face him and licked the frosting off his cheek.

"That's it? Are you sure you don't want me to cook you a steak to go with that?" 

"Now you're just being ridiculous, it's not like it's my birthday."

Without confirmation he confidently dropped his shorts.

This was going to be fun, messy...but fun. Wrapping your buttercreamed hand around his hard dick you laughed as you stroked it.

"I hope it's not going to stain, you'll look like a Smurf." 

"How dare you reference something so small in regards to my penis."

"Don't be such an egomaniac, you know your cock's huge."

"Never hurts to hear…" he trailed off as your tongue found his tip. 

"ummm, I make good frosting," you licked up his shaft. 

He felt good in your mouth. Soft and smooth his delicate skin slid between your sugar coated lips as you sucked. 

He was moaning and you felt yourself getting wetter in anticipation of your turn. Looking up you caught him redhanded, now unsure which pleasure he was enjoying more.

Popping him out of your mouth you couldn't believe you even had to ask.

"Are you still sneaking cake while I'm giving you head?" 

"You said I could have cake and a blowjob."

"You know, I don't think you're appreciating everything you've got here."

You stood up, "I bake you a special cake, I suck you off...what's in this for me Kookie?" 

He pushed the cake to the side and hoisted you onto the counter.

"What if I eat it off of you?"  

"I like that idea..."

You laid back across the marble counter and let him slide your pants off. 

Spreading your legs apart he positioned himself to take a lick.

"I'm going to make this pussy even sweeter."

Drawing his index finger through the cake he brought the frosting back to your clit. Expertly icing the pink nub, he made sure it was fully covered before he indulged in his work.

He dragged his finger between his lips, "so pretty."

His mouth was slow as he languidly licked the cake off of you. His tongue tickled and teased while his lips sucked and slurped at your wetness. He moaned as you tugged the blue buttercream through his locks using them to pull him closer and in the direction you wanted him.  

Cumming hard you could only think of how the extra work of making that second cake was  totally worth it. 

He pumped his cock. "You okay, ready for more?"

You sat up and closed your thighs. 

"Not gonna happen Guk. Haven't you heard the saying you can't have your cake and eat it too?"

He was confused.

"I'm not getting a uti just because you've got a sweet tooth." 

"But I…."

"Relax, I'm not going to leave you with blue balls," you snickered while looking down.

"We need to shower first. I hope this food colouring comes off." 

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The water turned aqua as it streamed down his skin. "It's really everywhere," he laughed as he found more icing under your breast. 

"I think we got most of it, at least off the parts we needed to."

Grabbing his hips you pulled him against you. His cock was still hard, you swear he lived in a permanent state of ready to fuck. 

He kissed you under the hot stream before you turned to face the wall. Bracing yourself on the tile his hands traveled down your back, over the wet curves of your ass and home where they belonged between your thighs.

Taking the time to work you up again, he slid his fingers inside you while rubbing himself with his other hand. 

When he couldn't wait any longer he moved closer between your legs. His head pressed into you stretching you around him before he thrust all the way in.

You moaned finally getting what you really wanted. The whole game with the cake? This was what you'd truly been after. As fun as life was with Jeongguk, fucking him was always the best part.

Turning to look at him he was biting his lip, abs tensed as he took you from behind. Soft breaths made their way out of him in time with his motions.

He was beautiful, he was yours, "Guk- ah, I want you to fill me."

He moaned at your words and picked up speed. Cupping your breast and pinching your nipple between his fingers sent a shot of pleasure to your core.

"Cum for me," he kissed your back, sending shivers down your spine.

Feeling you clench around him he slowed himself dragging your orgasm out with long deep strokes. The rubbing over your sweet spot had you crying out as his cock drew out the creamy show of your satisfaction. 

Knowing you were taken care of he let loose with his own agenda. Thrusting like an animal, hard and deep, his entire body rocked into you until he groaned cumming.

His head pressed into your back, arms around you, cock slowly falling out, satisfied. 

His release dripped slowly out of you carried down your thighs by the water still falling over you. 

"That was amazing." 

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His brother welcomed you a few hours later, trading the cake in your arms for his nephew. 

"Thanks for doing this. I'm not going to lie, I was a little worried about Jeongguk's sticky fingers getting into it."

He stepped into the house and tickled the toddler.

"Oh, I got mine," he winked at his brother. "It's called a smash cake for a reason."

#jungkook #BTS smut #jungkook smut #Jeongguk #kookie #Nochu #guk

[stay-tinystars]

She's a what??

Ship: Wooyoung(idol) x female Vampire (unnamed)

Comedy/crazy fic!

Warnings: biting, blood, immortality, slight cursing, vampire, it's a really stupid vampire x idol au.

A/N: this is probably the stupidest weirdest fic I've ever written. This is my take on vampires. TMI I've always enjoyed looking at necks, and Wooyoung of ateez has a very very nice neck. So I wrote this crack fic because of a discussion I was having with @ateez-angel

I hope you all enjoy this crack fic. It's very random, and obviously very untrue, and a work of complete fiction.

Word count: ~1.2k

As an immortal it was a good thing to keep moving. Never being someplace too long, of course looking to be in my early twenties helped. I could always be a student attending college abroad, or a new girl who had moved from a small city. I'd done many random jobs, internships, at one point I even joined a nunnery. Having traveled the world I enjoyed the small things like the smell of small bakeries, the sound of amusement parks, the crackling of an open fire.

Most people thought of vampires as creepy, blood sucking creatures, only wanting to suck people dry. Bursting into flames if they stepped into a church (which is why the nunnery was always funny to me). I never fit that description. I also found human food to be quite tasty. I was the uncommon vampire, who had been around for centuries. I was grateful for modern day things, like airplanes, but mostly I was grateful for the fact that humans now bathed regularly.

I had seen things come to be that were now in museums. In fact I'm pretty sure one of the books on display in the Trinity college library was originally mine.

Well enough of my rambling, I'm here to tell you the story of how I accidentally created another immortal after 370 years. How can you accidentally turn someone immortal, you ask? Well that's why I'm here to explain. I really didn't mean to turn Wooyoung immortal. I really didn't, but with a neck like that, how could I not be tempted.

It was your average day in Seoul. I was working at the Jamsil Arena, setting up for another concert stage. This job was quite nice, away from direct sunlight, and worked well for my current 'life' of interning to work doing lighting for concerts. Being an intern I mostly set the lights up, and tested them. That is when I saw him for the first time as he and the 7 others walked on the stage for rehearsal. I had seen my share of k pop idols, they all were fit, young, and talented. However the one with a loud voice and cackling laugh, he drew me in. Wooyoung was what he said his name was, as they all introduced themselves to the stage hands. His aura, his smirk, that jawline, it was all beautiful, but his neck was so tempting. I could feel my small fangs sneak out slightly further than usual as I watched them perform. I tightened my lips as I adjusted the lights during their rehearsal.

I hadn't had human blood straight from the source in over 50 years. Most of my blood fuel came from blood sausage and rare steak. Tonight I'd definitely need a rare steak.

"Hey" I felt someone tap my shoulder, bringing me out of my thoughts, back to work. I turned around and saw him standing mere centimeters from me. "Sorry to interrupt, but they said you could help. My transmitter for my mic isn't connecting correctly"

"Well. I usually only deal with the lighting, but I'll see what I can do" I offered, trying not to stare. He was a masterpiece. I held out my hand, expecting the transmitter, and only getting Wooyoung's hand.

"My name is Wooyoung" he smiled as he squeezed my hand.

"It's a pleasure," I responded. He just swung my hand with his. "Can I have your transmitter to see if I can get it to connect"

"Oh yeah, here you go" he pulled it out of its holder, with his other hand effortlessly, never dropping my hand.

"I'll need both hands" I said slightly giggling as I took the transmitter. His ears reddened as he loosened his grip, dropping my hand. I turned it on, and pressed a few buttons. Trying to remember all the things I'd learned over the years of how these things worked. "OK, try talking," I said.

"Hello" he said, and the sound of his voice echoed through the stadium. "Cool, it's fixed."

At this point I doubted it was ever broken, but I handed it back to him.

"How can I repay you?" He asked as he switched it off.

"I don't think it was ever broken" I smirked.

"Well how else was I supposed to start a conversation with you?" His eyes looking at mine.

"Maybe just a hello?"

"That's too ordinary"

"I suppose it is, for you at least" I had to admit this boy intrigued me. He was different than most humans I had encountered. He seemed to skip steps in the getting to know you process.

"I'd still like to repay you." He grinned. "Maybe I can buy you dinner"

This was difficult. I hadn't been this drawn to someone in over a century, and I couldn't do anything about it. I just did my best to play my role as a young twenty something. He flirted relentlessly through texts, I responded in kind. That's all we did for a month was text. I ate a lot of rare steak.

Soon enough he started inviting me over to the dorm. That is one thing that's true about vampires we must be invited, luckily Wooyoung invited me everywhere with him. The relationship blossomed quick. My feelings for him deepened, much further than just the lust of it all.

Everything went fine until one late night we got caught in the rain as we walked. I had truly fallen for this strange beautiful man. We were walking when I slipped, and he caught me. I found my arms around his neck, his beautiful beautiful neck. It probably looked as if he was dipping me during some odd slow dance in the rain.

He moved in closer as he pulled me up. Our lips ghosting each other. My fangs started protruding, I couldn't stand the temptation anymore, I opened my mouth, a cruel smile taking hold of my features. His face changed from one of caring, to one confusion.

"I've always noticed you have what look like fangs, but tonight they seem bigger" he said quietly, his eyes growing larger.

He was going to become my drug, and I knew it. I smiled wider, then dove for his neck. His beautiful neck, his neck flexed, his SCM tight as I bit him.

His scream brought me out of thoughts. "What the hell! That hurts!" He yelled. I couldn't drain this man, so I did the next best thing. I pulled back slightly and bit hard on my own lip. My blood mixing with his, in my mouth, I then went back to his neck, and sucked. Mixing my blood with his against his neck. I pulled back looking at him and smiling. His hand flew to his neck, he pulled it away covered in the wet red blood.

"I knew you said you liked my neck before, but what the hell! Most people don't draw blood when giving a hickey. It almost felt like you were sucking my blood!" I smiled at his ignorance.

"Wooyoung, sweetie. I am a vampire" I said, trying to help him stay calm.

"Am I going to die??" Panic flooded his features.

"The good thing is, you will never die now. The bad thing is you're gonna have a hell of a time the next few days. You're gonna feel like you have the flu, and a hangover at the same time."

"Well, shit!"

"Also you're going to have to wear some thick chokers to cover your new mark for a while"

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez angst #ateez crack #crack fic #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung #wooyoung crack fic

[the-huntress-songblade]

The Owl and the Raven

Part 2

"I go by Reth." He said, offering no further details.

The huntress tilted her head to one side before looking at the satyr, then back to the man called Reth, "You are not one of Salis' hunting trainees... what is your mission?"

He tilted his head slightly, as if confused by her question. "I do not know any such person." Then he nudged the stirring leader, who groaned from his injuries. "My mission? Who needs a mission to hunt these abominations?" Then he blinked at her. "And what is your mission, you sound quite official."

Arrianna looked the man up and down before retraining her bow on the satyr instead, pausing only long enough to pull down her mask so that more than just her amber eyes was visible, "I am Nightstorm, huntress aspirant under Salis Ashenbow's cadre." She looked about at the various crystals, then back to Reth, "The satyr here have been performing Fel magick and it was my mission to collect at least one of these crystals so that we could discover their intents."

He lowered his hands. "Well then, feel free to take your fill. I have no interest in demonic jewelry." The smoldering satyr was groaning and gripping at Reth's boots, like he was struggling to pull himself up. Reth kicked his hand away. "If you don't mind, I'm going to have a conversation with our friend here about where his comrades are hiding. And he's going to be very helpful if he knows what's good for him."

Arrianna's grip on her bow loosened, the string coming to rest back in its ready position as she looked between the elf and his prisoner. She glanced about at the crystals she'd been tasked with collecting, then back to the satyr again. If she had the information from the leader of the satyr about the rest of the vile creatures... Salis would be sure to not only reward her but she also could show her parents that she didn't need to be a druid or priestess to be successful. With several long moments taken to get to this train of thought, she looked back at Reth, voice still stern, "You mind sharing? That information would be invaluable to our people, after all."

Reth the hunter arched an eyebrow as he stared at her, the satyr still uselessly clawing at the ground. "Are you asking to interrogate a prisoner together? Strange idea for a first courting." He said with a chuckle. "What do I get in return for sharing this information?"

Arrianna recoiled slightly, the look on her face clearly one of frustration at his mention of courting, "Excuse me? First courting? You're a bold one..." She pursed her lips together in thought before answering, "What would you want from someone like me... and don't think about cracking wise." Her bow was now back in its sling, but her polearm was at her side, the blade so sharp it looked like it could shave the hide off the satyr before them in a scant second.

He held his hands up apologetically. "Relax, huntress, I was only jesting." He pushed the satyr with his foot, rolling the creature onto its back. "Since I assume you wish to know the information to hunt the satyrs yourself, how about you agree to leave any valuable items they may possess to me." There was a small sound of his stomach growling. Spending so much time in solitude, honing his skills and hunting demons was not precisely a lucrative career decision.

Arrianna looked the man over again, catching the sound of his stomach in her sensitive ears. She frowned, looking back to the satyr before nodding, "Of course... assuming the items are not helpful to my superiors, they are yours." She turned her attention to the satyr, baring her fangs at the creature as he stirred. "Looks like this one is about ready."

Reth planted his foot on the demon's chest, none too gently. "You heard the lady, demon. Speak. Tell us where your disgusting comrades are." The demon managed to raise and turn his head slightly, the better for him to fire a glob of fel-glowing spit onto Reth's boots. "So rude... suppose I shouldn't be surprised." He drew one of his blades and held the tip down against the satyr's throat. "Lets try that again... with a little more civility." The demon unleashed a stream of demonic, what could only be insults.

Arrianna watched the exchange in silence. With a quiet inhale, she grabbed her polearm and brought it to the satyr's foul hide, making a two-inch cut on his arm, drawing blood and a sharp hiss from between his teeth. But she seemed unfazed by his reaction, saying only, "I'd suggest you answer his question, foul beast... and every time you don't, I'll add another cut... a single one won't kill you, but you won't last past the thousandth."

The hunter glanced up at her with a bit of surprise at her ruthlessness. Reth pressed his foot down harder. "It seems my new friend here is even less in the mood for impoliteness.” The satyr swore again and began to speak, entirely in demonic. And though his words were unintelligible, he turned a charred arm and pointed northwest, seemingly in the direction of the woods at the western base of the mountain. "That wasn't so hard was it?" He removed his blade and his foot and turned to the woman. "Any other questions?"

Arrianna thought about it for several moments before shaking her head, "No... no, I think not." She tied her polearm to her back before moving to tuck the glowing crystals in the vicinity into a leather satchel.

The satyr had a momentary look of relief. A look that was short-lived. Reth nodded and looked down at the demon. "Thank you." His sword sliced through the air and cut across the demon's flesh, trachea, and arteries. Blood flowed from the wound and pooled around his body as jerky thrashes overtook him for a moment. Then his strength gave out and he fell still. "Been hunting this one for three days,” Reth mused.

Arrianna's face held an impressed expression, and she looked him over again as she tied the satchel to her waist, "Only three days? I wasn't even sent here for him... just the lesser satyr. Salis will be quite impressed that we got to one of the leaders." She tilted her head again, looking Reth over in confusion, "How is it you don't have a superior officer to report to?"

He arched a brow again, equally confused and amused by her question. "Because some of us have no interest in following along like a child. I'm quite fine pursuing my own goals, on my own schedule." He paused for a moment, blinking. "And what's this about 'we'? Did we become partners at some point?"

The huntress made a scoffing noise at him, hands landing on her hips, "I'm sorry, did I confuse us as being of the same people? Can't imagine why I would've done that." She stared at him for several long seconds and retorted, "And using 'we' is just a... a habit, I suppose..." She frowned, looking the man over again, taking in the full sight of his form wrapped in worn leather armor.

He sheathed his blades at his belt and moved to spy around one of the tents at the rest of the camp. The satyrs seemed to have assumed he'd escaped into the woods as the camp was mostly empty save a few sentries left behind. "Yes, well, my 'people' aren't really my people. So you might say I'm better off on my own. Now, WE should probably make ourselves scarce before they come back even angrier."

Arrianna blinked as he started looking about the rest of the camp, and gave a nod, following after him quietly, "Yes, you're probably right."

Reth glanced over his shoulder as she followed him, then quickly stood and made his way out of the camp, heading west.

She had little trouble keeping up with him, pausing only to grab more crystals on their path - she knew the fewer the satyr had, the more advantage her people could get over them, however small that might be. But as they walked, her mind was on something else... something he'd said. "Thank you." she offered simply as they made their way west.

The hunter looked over his shoulder as she spoke, making their way around the shore of the lake. He looked mystified. "For what?"

"For sharing... you didn't have to do that."

He shrugged, as if it didn't seem like a big deal to him. "Uhm... you're welcome. It’s just information, as long as you're not going to get in my way, I don't see the problem... and I'd prefer if you not tell any one of your... superiors about me."

Arrianna frowned more, tugging her hood from her head so she could shake out her short silvery-white hair. Her golden eyes shone back at him confusedly, "What exactly is your issue with our people?"

He cleared his throat as they walked through the forest paths, toward the northern woods. "Those people have an issue with me. They think me corrupted simply because I refuse to hide timidly in the trees. Fine with me, I can get more done without 'orders'."

Arrianna tilted her head to the side, brow furrowed deeply on her visage, "Why would anyone think you corrupted? You are as talented a hunter as any of the rest of us... perhaps more, considering how quickly you located the leader of that group of satyr." She sounded genuinely confused as to why anyone would feel alienated against him. She thought about it further, remembering the look in his silver eyes and suddenly wondering where she'd seen that look before.

He remained silent for a moment, a bit longer than he usually took to answer. "Because they seem to think that hiding like frightened children is preferable to employing ALL possible weapons in order to drive the terrors from our home. Stormrage was right to turn the demons' power against them... and they call him Betrayer."

At this Arrianna blinked in surprise, staring at the hunter's back as they stopped in their walking. "... you... I know where I've seen you... I saw several of you whispering amongst yourselves some weeks ago... something about the Stormrage brother... the one who traded away his sight." She frowned again, jogging to stand before him and look at him more fully, her tone both stern and reassuring, "There's nothing wrong with seeking to destroy our enemies, you know." Her piercing amber gaze was unwavering as she looked back at him, her youth betrayed with her face fully visible - she could not be much more than three hundred years old, barely past her Coming of Age. Her facial tattoo still looked fresh on her face, framing her eyes like the feathers of an owl.

He glared at her from beneath his mask and hood, and after a moment finally pulled both free to reveal his smooth face and mane of messy, shoulder length black hair. "Yes. And a waste of time. Some of the more... zealous followers seem to believe they can break Illidan from his prison... a fool's errand. I would rather seek out his source of power directly." He paused in his explanation as he looked over the girl, apparently younger than him by a small amount. "You would think that would be true, but apparently leaving ourselves vulnerable is a fine price to pay to remain 'honorable'... which I'm sure the thousands who've died appreciate."

Arrianna looked taken aback at the hunter's brazenness. And at his overall physical wildness. But seemed ensnared by his sharp mercurial gaze. It took a few times of her mouth opening and closing before she said, "That... that's exactly right! Where our elders continue to try to stick to outdated traditions... where someone like me should be dressed in a priestess' garb and singing prayers to the White Lady, or at the very least training under her father to follow in the footsteps of Cenarius' teachings, to be of any value to society... why must we hide and remain passive in our pursuit of safety and happiness in life?!" She looked him over again, a slight hint of color painting her purple cheeks. "You... you said your name was Reth?"

He nodded along, seemingly impressed with how agreeable she was. "Reth'lazar. The whole thing is a bit much. Reth is fine." He cleared his throat again. "Nice to meet someone who seems to see some sense. Besides, I don't think you'd look as good in a priestess’ robes." Then he raised his eyes as if he were trying to look at himself. "Not that I can talk much."

Arrianna smirked at his comment, shaking her head. "No, that's... I think you look just fine." Even as she said it, she averted her amber gaze to one side awkwardly, glancing back up the path they'd been walking. She looked back at him curiously, hand motioning toward Hyjal, "Where, eh... where do you call home? Near the base?"

He ran his fingers through his wild hair, as if somewhat surprised at the compliment. "Thanks. And... not exactly. I live wherever I find a piece of cover to sleep beneath."

The huntress took a turn to run her gloved hand through her own hair, glancing up the path, "Well, Reth'lazar... I still need to turn these crystals in to my superior... are you hungry?"

"Reth, please. Ahem... I suppose a meal wouldn't go amiss."

Anna smirked again, nodding, "Well then... my name is Arrianna. Arrianna Nightstorm. And I'm inviting you to dinner. As thanks." She looked back up the path, "The glade a little further north is where I call home... and anyone who helps hunt the satyrs is welcome."

He nodded with a slight grin. "So long as you don't plan to try and recruit me, I'll be glad to accept."

"Psh." She chuckled and shook her head, "I'm not an officer, I'm just an aspirant... a trainee. I'm a nobody."

He moved to follow her this time. "I don't think that's likely."

#origins #Arrianna Nightstorm #Tawny's mother #Reth'lazar Songblade #Tawny's father #the owl & the raven